I was a seeker of the Shawnee

A searcher of all wise

My prayers aimed at ancestors

When I closed my eyed

As I looked for a portal

A path to the past

In a dream catcher of feathers

Through the circle I was cast

On the trail of the Shawnee

Somehow I was taken to Ohio

On the banks of the Miami

Where I sat for a while

There I built a bonfire

Next to the stream

Then in the early morning

As strange as it seems

From out of the smoke

I was soon face to face

With a long ago chief

From a long ago place

The Shawnee I sought

Was right there with me

Where Shawnee once fought

He gave this decree

Who ever searches Shawnee

A Shawnee he'll find

Be open to all that could be

Within the depths of your mind

 And finding a Shawnee

Your search will end true

The Shawnee are not far

We are the spirit within you

When I awoke from this dream

I could still see the vision

As it faded from view

I then made a decision

The life I was living

Was not life for me

I belong to what's ancient

I was born a Shawnee

I will live in the spirit

As my ancestors asked

No longer in the present

I will cling to the past

Now I write as a scribe

In both verse and in poem

Shawnee is my tribe

My heart they now own

-Drouillard